A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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JAB MILA KARTE HAI

Diye Toh Aandhi Mein Bhi Jala Karte Hain,
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and

dil lagana asaan hai

Pyar Karna Aasan Hota Hai,

Pyar Nibhana NahiAasu Bahana Aasan Hota Hai, 

Gam

Before I...

Before I became strong, I knew what it was like

To be weak,

How difficult it is t

mati mere desh ki

नदी, झील, झरनों की झाँकी मनमोहक है,

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Love Struck Smiles

Silly love-struck smiles

There's only one true style

Clueless and happy

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Mera Pyara Desh

Pyara pyara mera desh,

saja-sanwaara mera desh.

Duniya jis par garv kare--

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I'm Brave Because Of You

You say you're afraid of being alone.

You can't do a thing on your own.

You don't

sala tumhe loot kar hi khayega

Na jaane kaha hai aya hai…

 

Na jaane kaha ko jaega..

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Storm Of Fears

The winds are wild

The lightning strikes

The thunder booms

The storm is c